Mar 042015
 

There are times when I love my son so much, my heart hurts.

Tonight, I was telling him about the sponsored ‘sleep-out’ my brother-in-law and 12 year-old nephew are doing to raise money (and awareness) for youth homelessness. My son has always had a conscience pricking at him. It’s something I recognise acutely. He has been near tears before when we saw a homeless man asking for change but I didn’t have any so I said we’d come back after popping into town where I would get some cash. He talked about him all around town and, on the way back to the car, we went to give him the promised money but he was gone. My son remembers this like it was yesterday. It happened two years ago, when he was 5.

Anyway, my little campaigner-in-the-making was listening intently as I explained that by sleeping ‘rough’, his uncle and cousin would experience a tiny bit of what it was like and it would help them to understand how it feels. He asked if he could do it too and I told him that he was too little.

‘Would you do it, Mummy?’

My heart sank a little as I lied, ‘Of course I would.’

***

Fast forward past the usual bedtime hassles of:

‘Can we have a sleepover?’

‘No.’

‘Can I have another story?’

‘No.’

‘Why can’t we have a sleepover – we’ll be good…’

‘It’s a school night.’

‘So?’

‘It’s against the law on a school night.’

I know. I get a bit desperate sometimes.

Anyway, a while after all this malarkey, I went to check on them and found my son curled up in the corner of the hallway in his duvet. After berating him with the usual ‘school night’ argument he looked up at me, big wide eyes:

‘I was trying to be like a homeless person, Mummy. To see how they feel. It’s very uncomfortable’

I let him sleep on his bedroom floor instead (yes, even on a school night) and told him how proud I was of him. ‘You’re going to save the world one day, Love.’

He just might.

sleepeasy

If you are interested in sleeping out for the homeless, click here.

February

February

So, how did February get here so fast, eh? I have survived Friday the 13th and side-stepped having to watch 50 Shades of Shite at the cinema. Valentine’s Day has been and gone as has my littlest daughter’s 5th birthday. Tomorrow is Shrove Tuesday and that doesn’t just mean pancakes, that means Lent. I know [click here to read more]

Cadbury's Creme Eggs

Cadbury’s Creme Eggs

Like much of Britain, I was dismayed to hear that Kraft (who bought Cadbury’s) have been rather ‘Krafty’ *groans* and changed the chocolate on Creme Eggs. No longer does thick dairy milk surround the sweet, gooey filling but cheap, thin chocolate that tastes as sugary as its filling. I tweeted my alarm to Cadbury’s, Facebooked [click here to read more]

It’s so funny, how we don’t blog anymore…

Dear Blog, It’s been a while since we’ve spoken and it’s my fault; I’m just so busy. I won’t bore you with the details but it ranges from the wildly exciting to the excruciatingly mundane and I just don’t have any more time or energy to write to you. I’m sorry about that. I still [click here to read more]